“You are, what you think.” This is what I learned during the six years of fighting infertility. The numerous hospital visits, follicular studies, multiple sonography and surgery used to leave me anxious and restless. I may not look troubled from outside but my mind used to crumple. Ever tried to crumple a metallic sheet? Try it and you will experience that you can’t concentrate on anything else except its harsh sound. That was the sound inside my head.